It wouldn’t be true to say I’d never had an advance from a man, I’d had a few clumsy attempts that I didn’t want to talk about and I’d fended them off with no great difficulty. I’d even had one man say that he loved me... well, he was a teenager really, it was in the first place that I worked, but I was far too shy to do anything about it. I think he probably meant it as a joke. He wasn’t too bad looking but I didn’t think he was a very nice person. I didn’t like the way he talked about other girls. I was tempted to let him take me out anyway... maybe just once or twice, to see what it would be like. But I didn’t, and he soon stopped asking and moved on to someone else. I was proud that I hadn’t weakened, that I’d stuck to my principles. Though looking back now, I don’t think they were really principles. Unless cowardice is a principle.